Morning wasn't much different from dusk, with visibility poor. The Zeppelin hovering above Berlin like a sluggish whale, blocked the already scarce sunlight. The entire city felt enveloped in dust that seemed to fall from the sky.,Old Jack looked at the eyes, clearly suffering from cirrhosis and filled with blood vessels, and the particularly prominent beer belly, confirming that this guy was the one he was going to kill today.,Jack nodded reassuringly, then picked up the knife.。